"I'a really hurt you bro, on my moms." He said to her, putting it on their deceased mother and the look on her face was priceless.
"Sit the fuck down." He told her and I sat there in shock as she finally sat down beside me.
"You wildin' na', nigga. Don't ever put your hands on me again." She continued to go on and on and after a long round of threats and cursing him out about putting it on their mom, she finally shut the hell up.
"So I guess Dej finally finished with her bullshit?" He asked sarcastically since the room was finally silent.
"So na' I'm gon' tell y'all what the fuck about to happen." He spoke sternly, looking at the both of us as we sat with our bodies slanted away from each other.
"The both of y'all gon' sit here and talk."
"Na' I know y'all got into before but y'all gon' have to get over that shit."
"T, that's my sister." He looked over to me.
"She gon' always be around, no matter what. So you gon' make it right because that's the only way this shit ever gon' work for us."
"And Deja." He went on, turning to her.
"Me and T tryn' work on some shit again so you gon' have to chill out on her. No matter what the fuck we been through, if I decided to fuck with her again, you ain't got no choice but to respect it because I ain't gon' let you disrespect her. In front of me. Behind my back.."
"None of that shit." He went on and I tooted my lips as she rolled her eyes.
"So both of y'all need to make this shit right."
"Bro, she give you some pussy one time and you just take her back?" She scoffed, shaking her head.
"Did you forget about all the shit this bitch did to you?" She spoke up, making me turn my lip up.
"Deja, why are you even worried?!" I yelled out, tired of her being in our business anyway.
"If we're making it work, that's all that should matter." I explained to her, pointing between me and Dominic.
"That's the problem, she's always in our business." I went off as he sighed heavily, removing the blunt that was behind his ear and lighting it.
"That's my brother, his business is my business."
"But It's not though! Our business is our business." I spat to her.
"We don't talk about the many females you fuck all over this neighborhood and call them yourgirlfriends."
"Watch your mouth, T." She warned making me scoff.
"Exactly. You don't want me to talk about your business but you want to be in ours."
"That's not right, Deja." I rolled my eyes as the room went silent.
It stayed silent like that for a while as I sat there watching Dominic smoke a blunt. The room was now filled with smoke and I could tell we were going to be here all day if we didn't work this out now.
That was obviously his plan.
"Look if he can forgive me, why can't you?" I spoke up, trying to put my pride aside and she scoffed.
"Na'.." She trailed off.
"He can forgive you all he want but I don't have to do shit." She pointed to herself.
"Yeah that's because your stubborn and you have trust issues. Not my fault." I scoffed with a shrug and she shot a look at me.
